Page 99 of Agony

“Yes.”

If Savage gave Justice an order, then he wouldn’t need to come up with a reason to seek out the man. If he gave Justice a piece of his mind in the process, then so be it, it was the least the guy deserved.

“I also have Bones or Falcon available.”

“What? Who are they?”

“Part of Erebus. Either one would be a good partner for you.”

He’d never heard of either man, but he knew one thing, he wasn’t partnering with anyone he didn’t know.

He’d be with Justice or nobody.

“Did you text Justice?” he asked suspiciously.

“Yeah,” his boss sighed. “He said he was busy.”

Fisher hung up the phone before Savage could say another word.

“That fucker,” he muttered and launched off the couch.

It was the middle of the night, but he knew where Justice slept, so there wouldn’t be a chance in hell that the assassin could avoid him forever.

Three o’clock in the morning was probably not the best time to pay a visit, but so the fuck what? He’d lost plenty of nights’ sleep because of Justice so payback was a bitch.

Asshole.

Tossing his backpack up and over the wall, he took a few steps back and ran halfway up before leaping to the top. Jumping down, he slid on his pack and walked through the hedges, along the flower bed, and to the front door.

This might be the tricky part. Somehow, he needed to get Justice to open the door.

He sighed, placed his hands on his hips, and studied the keypad near the front entrance.

“The door’s open.”

Justice’s deep voice came from the box and startled him, but he covered it by testing the knob. Sure enough, it was open.

So much for being stealthy.

Stepping inside, he softly closed the door and the lock engaged automatically. The entryway was lowly lit and he cautiously walked with silent steps to where the wall ended and opened up into the living room.

Easing off his backpack, he swept his eyes around the area and dropped the pack at his feet.

Had Justice opened the door from his bedroom? The lock did look high-tech and was probably operated from an app.

What should he do? And why the hell was he so indecisive?

Maybe because the last time he’d been here, he’d been locked in a fucking cage?

Oh right. He’d been drugged first and then locked up.

Fucker!

Justice’s big body suddenly caged him from behind and as much as he wanted to nut punch the asshole, he wanted to fuck him more.

When Justice nuzzled into his neck, Fisher’s dick stirred.

“You don’t get to be mad at me,” Fisher breathed, his forehead pressing against the wall. Justice ground against his ass and kissed his nape.

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